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Tis time, as they say...
Dec. 24th, 2008 03:59 pm( A Christmas Story from the StoryTeller )
In eight hours, I shall be outside, with my eyes closed, listening. There will be, as there has for the last fifty-one years, the small sound of a sleigh, quietly whooshing through the sky. There will also be, as I'm quite sure there has always been, the ethereal blessing of good tidings falling from the heavens on all who are alive, and quite possibly on some who aren't.
May your Holiday, in whatever form it may take, be warm, safe and wonderful. May your families be around you, in spirit or in flesh, and may you take comfort in knowing that you are loved and cherished.
You are all my family. - StoryTeller.
In eight hours, I shall be outside, with my eyes closed, listening. There will be, as there has for the last fifty-one years, the small sound of a sleigh, quietly whooshing through the sky. There will also be, as I'm quite sure there has always been, the ethereal blessing of good tidings falling from the heavens on all who are alive, and quite possibly on some who aren't.
May your Holiday, in whatever form it may take, be warm, safe and wonderful. May your families be around you, in spirit or in flesh, and may you take comfort in knowing that you are loved and cherished.
You are all my family. - StoryTeller.
